Chapter Seven: Working with the crazy types.

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Fiona watched Sam and Jesse drive away from the window. "Samantha, is there anything else you can tell me about your ex husband?"

Samantha sighed as she sat on the couch. "You know what men are like. You fall in love, and they turn out to be a totally different person then you thought they were. His stupid job controlled his life. Always traveling, and meeting with customers. Then of course the idiot had to go and get himself fired. Of course then they end up leaving you, only to come back, asking for something. Garrett always wants something."

"Sounds familiar."

"Hmm?" Samantha sat waiting for an answer.

"Your story. It's just like my life."

"Really? How so?"

Normally Fiona would never tell anyone this. Today was the exception. Michael just left and she wasn't her self. So, 'what the hell!' She thought. She can tell Samantha whatever she wants."Michael. He just left…again. Always chasing after his stupid job. You know what it's like."

Samantha smiled sympathetically. "Yeah."

"Samantha." Fiona's voice had a hint of worry. "Is that you ex's car?" Fiona was standing by the window now.

Samantha stood and rushed to the window. "Yes that's him!"

"He's circled around the house three times." Fiona pulled out her phone and punched in Sam's number. "Sam?"

"Yeah Fi?"

"He's here, and he's circled around the house a couple times."

"Alright Fi make sure he doesn't leave until Jesse gets there to tail him."

"I don't think he'll be leaving anytime soon, Sam." Fiona was completely calm, but annoyed.

"Well be careful."

"I think I can handle a crazy stalker. Oh, he's coming back around." Fiona paused watching the car slow in front of the house. The passenger side window slowly rolled down. Garrett pulled out a pistol and opened fire on the house. "Get down!" Samantha ran out of the room.

"Fi! What the hell is going on?"

"He's got a gun Sam!"

"Is he in the house?"

"No, he's on the street, and it's not likely he'll hit anything from there."

"I'm getting in my car now. I'll pick up Jesse on my way."

"Sam, you know when you said this was going to be easy? You lied."

"Fi, I think you can handle it. Just don't get my client killed. She's paying good money for us to basically do nothing but tell her ex to leave her alone."

Fiona ducked away from the window. "Don't worry Sam it'll be easier when I shoot him."

"Fi! Don't kill him!"

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Will and Michael sat in Michael's apartment planning their next move. Will ran his hand over his face.

"What happened to your hands?" Michael asked, seeing the cuts and bruises across his knuckles. "What the hell did you do?" Michael sounded angry, fearing Will had done something stupid.

"Relax. They had me help with an interrogation. I kept the crazy with the knife from cutting off his ear, at least for now. They had some American operative in there, and wanted me to beat the shit out of him. "

"You did?"

"I could of hit a lot harder than I did. You know they're going to kill him, right?"

"I don't see anything we an do."

"Yeah. I know." Will frowned. "That could happen to us too."

"What?"

"They don't care if we die."

"I've been told." Michael paused. "Listen, you can't keep worrying, that's how you mess things up. Don't get attached, and don't get sloppy."

"Yeah. I know."

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"Honestly Sam, I blame you." Fiona had her hands on her hips.

Garrett had just sped away when Fiona fired back at him. Jesse, Sam, and Fiona stood in Samantha's driveway.

"How is this my fault?" Sam held up his hands in defense.

"You didn't come quick enough! You could have tailed him!"

"Whoa, don't start blaming me sister! I had to get Jesse!"

"What is Jesse going to do?" Fiona threw her hands up. "He can't even stand!"

"Hey! I am perfectly capable of standing!" Jesse started to move his arms, but suddenly stopped remembering they were the only things keeping him standing.

Sam and Fiona watched Jesse teeter. Fiona looked at Sam. "Good job Sam."

"Fi, we just need to wait he'll come back." Jesse tried to defuse the situation.

"That's real likely after I almost shot him in the head!"

"Well then we'll just have to find him. It can't be that hard."

"This is a job for the police! It's a stalker with a gun. They can just arrest him!"

"We need the money!" Sam was not letting go.

"Fine. It's almost eleven o'clock I'll spend the night here just in case."

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Fiona awoke to the musty smell of ash. Making her way to the window she pulled aside the curtain. It was still dark out. Fiona looked at the clock in the guest bedroom she was in. It read 4:52.

It seemed foggy outside and Fiona soon realized it wasn't fog. Rushing downstairs Fiona opened the front door. Samantha, who also woke up from the smell, stood behind Fiona. "What the hell!"

"He really is crazy." Fiona muttered.

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